Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.